Literary version: Fifty strings of brocade strings are unprovoked, one string and one column reflect on the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies at dawn, looked forward to the emperor's spring heart and supported the cuckoo, the moon in the sea has tears in its pearls, and the sun in the blue field is warm and the jade produces smoke. This feeling can wait to be recalled, but it was already at a loss at that time.
Serious version: You think you are the protagonist and can save the world, but in fact you are just a child playing house with your pampered elders.
Torture from beginning to end, don't enter if you don't like it
Intention: Strive to grow and make progress every day